January 10th, 2005


RIP Dorothy, the abnormally long-lived feeder goldfish.

Dorothy, the feeder goldfish that outlived our freshwater prawn (obituary post), died today.

Laurel and I were washing up in her bathroom after lunch when Vogon called me from the master bedroom. When I saw the handle of the fish net sticking out of the sink, I knew something had died.

Neither of us know how to break it to Laurel, but we agreed to dispose of her remains without her watching. He said he'd flush her, but he was worried she might not clear the drain because of her size (3 1/2" long); I replied that if she got stuck, I could plunge the fish, which we agreed sounded like a euphemism for sex after we stopped laughing.

While I was sitting down to blog that, he went into the kitchen for a bag to wrap her in and we laughed again when the bag he pulled out of the bag holder was from Petsmart. Since it was at the bottom, it may well have been the bag we brought her home in back in September.

On the bright side, now we have more time to get around to cycling one of the smaller tanks, which we'd been planning to do for her since she was significantly larger than everything else after the recent additions to the large freshwater tank.

No facepaints for me and adventures in the hole^w kidlet's bedroom.

Re Friday's post, I didn't buy those facepaints I wanted after all. The specific part I wanted (a plastic palette that holds 16 2ml and two 18ml pots, then fits in a separately available holder, great for walkaround work) won't show up when I select "add to cart" on T. Myers's online catalog and the only package it's part of is more than I can afford. Vogon offered to buy it for me, but if he's going to spend money on nonessential things I want, Laurel should get her 4-year immunizations instead so I can put her in daycare and find a real job.

I spent the afternoon working on Laurel's room instead of this week's Fly zone, the kitchen. I found one of the missing Christmas ornaments or, rather, it found me -- and now I can't bend the top joint of my right index finger, which makes typing awkward and pretty much puts a halt to my fine handwork projects until it heals. It's definitely turning into a kid-run household when searching through the sizable Band-Aid stash still yields the choice between cartoon characters and Nexcare™ Tattoo prints. My kingdom for a plain Band-Aid!

While I was waving my hand around and trying to figure out what cut me, Laurel helpfully announced "Mommy, you're bleeding! Go clean it up!" She's otherwise been particularly unhelpful with regards to cleaning. *sigh* She practically begged to help but either can't or won't follow simple directions, so "Please put these Duplo bricks in their bag in the living room" resulted in her going in the other room and screaming that she couldn't find the bag while she was literally _standing_ on it.

To add to the fun, the vacuum decided to stop sucking despite having an empty dust cup and no obvious clogs. I should check for hanging anvils next time I go in that hole. We were discussing having a picnic lunch tomorrow, but now that I have to seriously troubleshoot the vacuum and focus on the hole room until it's reasonably safe again, Vogon can come home and feed himself and Laurel lunch while I take the chance to clean without her underfoot.

My next post will be the thrilling conclusion... and hopefully sometime later this week. It would be very satisfying to report that I shoveled all the non-clothing, jewelery and photo items into garbage bags and the vacuum spontaneously fixed itself, but it will probably be much less interesting. I'm off to see what Laurel didn't run off with from the latest package from my folks. I know she already mauled open her gift and ran off with a pair of slippers, but my facepainting smock should be in there and I saw my A/V Geeks' Educational Archives Vol. 1-4 Lunchbox-ed Set and Fantasia box set while Laurel was tearing things up, so there's something to look forward to watching when she's asleep.